This one pooled over a stark shade of blue,
Spilled spitefully on top of tender reds and yellows.
Hollow shell of thistle plum, cut brittle on the midnight run.
Bruising violet, violence riotous reaching for an answer,
Cancer spreading forcibly from lavender stem to petal.
The bruise was only penny sized and dispersed like poisoned hives
Contrived and grew like orchid buds, flooding to the corners.
feel like i just need to write just to feel less hopeless about everything around me.